May 2013
19 posts
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“Though I cannot seem
to sleep through the night, with you
I can even nap.”
– Daily haiku: Relief from insomnia.
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“They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl....”
– All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
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“Last night I dreamed that
your arms cradled my body
and I woke crying.”
– Daily haiku: Not much longer for us now.
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“No one truly laughs
like bells or loves like wildfire,
unlike in stories.”
– Daily haiku: Time to give up those fairytales.
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“If the devil is
in the details, then why do
people care so much?”
– Daily haiku: In order to avoid sin.
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“Writers don’t write from experience, though many are resistant to admit that...”
– Nikki Giovanni
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falling in love under the sea.
I thought you were teaching me how to hold my breath underwater, but instead you taught me how to drown.
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“Oh, mommy dearest,
she cried, I know I don’t say
it, but I love you.”
– Daily haiku: Happy mother’s day.
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“Don’t you worry, love,
there is still some beauty left
in the world for...”
– Daily haiku: They have not stolen it all.
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where has the love gone?
“I want to make soufflés,” she said impulsively one night as they laid in bed, quiet sheets separating them, undisturbed.
And the next day he went out and dutifully bought everything she would need to bake the most delightful soufflés — delicate little white ramekins and dark chocolate and vanilla and eggs. He found the most highly praised recipe and presented it to her and when she just laughed...
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“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...”
– Elke River
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“I can’t write without
the sadness growing inside
my ribcage today.”
– Daily haiku: This is the writer’s true curse.
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“And if you fall down
I will always be here to
pick you up again.”
– Daily haiku: This is what lovers do.
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“To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the...”
– James Salter
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i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you
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superwholockian-in-camelot asked: did you write that words of wisdom poem? if so, (and even if not) it is one of the most gorgeous things ive ever read.
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words of wisdom.
When I was a little girl, my mother taught me that our bones were all made of stardust, and that we each carried the immense history of the universe on our shoulders as we walked, but she forgot to mention that stars can die and bones can be broken just like everything else.
April 2013
31 posts
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“And on that June night,
I wished on the moon for the
first time for swift...”
– Daily haiku: As the stars mocked my loneliness.
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“I’ve heard that making love
is like building an orchestra.
If that is the...”
– “You were always my favorite extracurricular activity,” Written by Colleen & Ramna
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“The carnage in my
mouth may prove to be too much.
Your teeth will bleed red.”
– Daily haiku: I will stain every inch of you.
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“I cannot love you,
for your eyes are much too dim
and your mouth can’t...”
– Daily haiku: Your smile has no joy in it.
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“Some days I can’t love,
she said. Some days who I am
just can’t...”
– Daily haiku: The me of today can’t feel.
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that Sunday morning.
The bike was from Canada, never mind that I didn’t know how to ride a bike. It was thin and red and had a vintage flair about it the way I didn’t, and when he presented it to me, swishing red bow tied to the handlebars and all, I laughed.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, incredulous.
And he told me that the other day, he remembered that recurring dream I’d been having for the past...
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“He never told her
she was beautiful, so she
never believed it.”
– Daily haiku: A lack of validation.
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“It’s hard to love a
lover who’s not listening.
Are you even here?”
– Daily haiku: Are you happy to see me?
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another reminder.
the world is heavy but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 lbs
ounce for ounce they are stronger than steel
atom for atom you are more precious than diamond
and stars have died so that you may live
you need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless
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book of lies.
i.
That morning in June, when the sun broke through the clouds and you sang me love songs in Spanish, I believed you when you confessed that I was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
ii.
It was your birthday three days ago and I remembered to send you a card with my love sealed up inside instead of just empty words.
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I didn’t cry when I realized that everything I thought...
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false strength.
One day, you sat me down and asked me why I didn’t fight things. You wondered why I always claimed to be fine and asked you not to worry about me. You asked me why I hide my tears like something dirty, like I never want anyone to see this side of me that truly is not so small; why I patched up everyone else at the expense of my own being, so often poked full of holes to let everything of...
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nature has a way of fixing itself.
And if you ever find yourself sad, remember that broken and hollowed out stones fill with minerals to make gems we call ‘precious,’ a starfish that has lost its legs can grow whole again, and even as the seasons pass and the days grow short, I will still love you.
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“If you can love me
and love my cracks and fissures,
maybe I can too.”
– Daily haiku: Teach me how to love myself.
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“I remembered too
late. He had run off without
me again that day.”
– Daily haiku: Do I matter to you still?
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“I wanted to be
the one you took me to be,
so I pretended.”
– Daily haiku: In the name of loving you.
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“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to...”
– Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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“… I’ve often dreamed that I was a song. A few lines, a piece of...”
– Grammar is a Gentle, Sweet Song by Erik Orsenna
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until the end of my days.
“It hit me full force the other day just how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” she said dreamily, her eyes focused on some unknown place between his face and the horizon.
It was a cold day in December and snowflakes kept catching in her eyelashes, making her look like some long lost angel come to breathe life back into the barren winter landscape.
“It took me...
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“Her body opened
up and died just as his took
its first breath of life.”
– Daily haiku: This is the gift of mankind.
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“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that...”
– All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
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“I read that bodies
tell us stories, and yours is
begging: love me, please.”
– Daily haiku: It’s the sweetest tragedy.
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“In truth, you do not
realize how little you
owe everyone else.”
– Daily haiku: Trust me, you are beautiful.
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“You cried out to me,
‘This is the end of something,
this is the true...”
– Daily haiku: The day he left you behind.
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“Insubstantially
floating through existence
like paper dolls in spring.”
– Daily haiku: Do I have inherent worth?
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“I have found that love
is not so hard as self-love —
Bones mend more...”
– Daily haiku: To love oneself completely.
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“A quick note on our
hero: he died of sadness.
His heart was too big.”
– Daily haiku: Empathy was his weakness. 